You were the first person I was romantically intimate with. I should have known this would turn into some stupid myth. So you go on, live with the guilt. I hope that you've learned from the relationship that we had built. But then you thought it was ok to hurt me twice over. I couldn't imagine being affectionate with you again ever. Because honestly you put the nail in the coffin. Now the touch of people feels like a deadly toxin. So I'm glad you're in therapy, to have someone to talk to. But on two occasions you hid from me and I never even knew. Hidden information, secrets untold. The dark most certainly has a truth that even it couldn't hold, so I watch... as the truth unfolds. We spent the whole night, taking a look at my heart. Maybe now you see why I'm falling apart. Finally people get to understand where I'm coming from. But there is so much pain that I'd actually rather be numb.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.